Ever wonder why couples argue about such silly things. They argue about the best way to fold laundry, the most efficient use of gas, whether the toilet lid stays up or down, to close the shower curtain or not to close, that is the question...
I've always known that Tanner and I are an unusual couple. We've never argued about things like that. Our arguments are always so very adult. Like how to spell cockroach. I never really had to think about how to spell that word until I moved here and, well, roaches are a problem. I guess I can blame this argument on my Hawaiian genetics. I've always heard the word pronounced c-o-c-k-a-r-o-a-c-h. That's just the way everyone in my family always says the word. So, when I was blogging about our brand new roach infestation (more on that later), I asked Tanner to read it over like I always do. And that's when the argument started.
He laughed at me. Not a good thing to do. EVER. He said that's not the way to spell cockroach. He said that the only people he had ever heard say cock-a-roach was my family. Well, I was just a little outraged considering that his side of the family thinks that egg is a sight word. It's pronounced ayig but spelled egg. He explained that the word was "cock" for their little antennas and "roach" for whatever roach was for...I very huffily ran spell check and was mortified to find out that he was RIGHT! My mom had let me down. She had been mispronouncing that word my whole life and I didn't even KNOW! I had to eat some serious humble pie, but I decided perhaps I'll just spell the word like this: r-o-a-c-h. That'll teach 'em.
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